Do other people exist? Of course they do! Says a voice in my head. I can see them and hear them and touch them. Here they are in front my eyes, in front of me. Of course they exist. They say things I can hear, they write things I can read, they have their own lives, their personalities, their ideas. They can be friends or enemies I can relate to them and trust them, or not, they can relate to me or not. I feel their energy, their presence outside of me. They can be with me kind, loving, supportive and warm. But they can also be cold, say things that hurt, be mean or even dangerous. This is real, this happens, this happened, it’s not only in my head! So what do you mean do other people exist? Of course they do! Hum.. But I don’t always think of them. Do they really exist when I don’t think of them? Does one person always behave the same way, do i always perceive them the same way? And.. by the way which “other people” are we talking about? The ones out there or the ones in my head? I don’t know I think I am a bit confused now... I think I don’t see it so clearly anymore. Neither that they exist nor that they don’t.. hum what if.. what if.. they were all a creations in my head? What if they didn’t exist on their own in a certain shape or form but would each time take only the shape and form that I give them, like the characters of a novel. Hum.. Really? What if they were just like a reflection on a mirror? .. What mirror? .. my mirror! The reflection of parts of me.. What? Yes, all parts of me. What do you mean? It’s all so confusing. Yes, The beautiful and the less beautiful ones. Isn’t it so that I can also be all of that? Sometimes loving, sometimes hurting? Sometimes even both at the same time? Hum.. What if they were asking themselves the same questions as I do? What if they were feeling the separation sometimes and the connection some other times? What if they can be as scared as I can be? What if their souls were as beautiful as mine? What if they were no different than me? Hum.. what if there was no them and me? Aren’t we all breathing the same air? Be burried somewhere.. What if we were actually all different parts of the same energy. And who’s talking? Who’s asking the question? .. Do other people exist?